TMH

THE MOULIN HUGE

EVAN'S PAGE

Passages from The Moulin Huge from Evan's point of view:

"Well, how do I look in blue?" he spoke in his best professional southern voice. "I don't know about me, but you all look fabulous." He threw his hands in the air. "Welcome to another evening of 'White Trash from Hapeville.' I am your host, Lowla! And that's L - O - W - L - A." He blew a kiss to the crowd. "Evan is so sorry he could not make it tonight. But I'm not. Hell, if he were here, I wouldn't be!" He reacted to their obvious applause. "Thank you. Thank you." Lowla stepped closer to the camera and posed. Viewing the monitor so the audience wouldn't catch on, he thought he looked really great. "Tonight is my tribute to blue. This is the episode of the Blue Light Cafe brought to you by Red Foxx's Beauty Cream." His hand touched his face. "Can't you tell?"

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"Nothing I can't get out of. It looks like after Saturday afternoon, I'll be all yours." The jet had made it to the runway and was revving its engines for its ascent into the sky. As the pressure of the building speed pushed them deeper into their seats, Salvatore looked at Evan with a serious glare. "There is one thing I'd like to ask you, though."

"What?" Evan said with an unexpected smile.

"Are you a member of the mile-high club?" Salvatore's smile widened.

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Instead of looking through his compact discs, he headed to his desk to finish the original song for the upcoming event. All he had to do was get the words to Lloyd, who would make sure the music got recorded and have Chalmette sing the song for him. His lip sync was flawless. He had tons of videos to prove it. He talked to himself out loud as he sat at his desk drinking and smoking. "Here you are trying to make yourself special again." He brought the glass to his lips and savored the liquid until it slipped down his throat. "I am special. And beautiful, too." A quick toke and a quicker sip as a prelude to the release of smoke. "After all, we all deserve to be beautiful at least once in our lives. Sometimes, twice. I just hate being beautiful all by myself. Does that mean it's wasted?"